Ladies and gentleman, this blog is on fire. And why? Well, what we’ve got here is a group of grown men with hairy belowthenose adjectives ready to puff the hell out of anything.

And let me tell ya: they’re are skilled. It takes knowledge to handle a cigarette when you’re a mustache. A simple filter can turn into a torch and eventually spread the nicotined-fire to the rest of the sacred biga body.